Chapter 2

BLINDFOLDED

I am aware that I have to go shower now, without any particular kind of delay. Jace Dicking, my very own beloved husband, will be back from work any moment now and it shall be my duty to serve him his meal for the night and also to make sure that he has something sweet and healthy in every way imaginable to drink for this special night. It is a lot of work to do, and then after this, we will at length last make love and call the night an ending in the affectionate and loving arms and shoulders of the other. Being a dutiful wife is not easy, and so is being a loving and caring husband too.

I am standing before the huge mirror, dressed in this intensely long blue dress that I am now about to strip off and cast recklessly down to the floor. I can see my reflection staring and gawking back at me. My eyes are hazel and darkly-seeming in color, and my hair is light brown and flourishing, my skin lastly itself being a flawless dark gold and blooming slight pale in appearance and health issues; my body is slender and just-the-ideal built. Simply put, I love the natural and artless way that I usually and more often than not am.

Just when I have stripped naked and cast my blue dress straight down towards the floor, the door swings and dangles open all of a sudden and abruptly, making me to jump and wince away in fright and consternation. I look about in my birthday suit, and there I see him, my very own Mr. Dicking, tired and looking dead beat to the very last inch. He must have had a wearisome and tedious day at the same time.

"Jace," I mumble and say out as lowly and softly mild as I can. I walk straight towards him and once I have made it to where he is now taking his stand at, he quickly and hastily stirs towards me to touch and tow me straight towards himself and then hits and clashes his lips fiercely against mine. It is all a wonderful feeling and sensation to undergo and experience. He kisses and smooches me slowly and gently careful, like a real man and gentleman ought to do to his lady. Then once he is done with me, he pulls and withdraws himself away from me to glance and stare deeply into my eyes.

"How was your day at work, Dicking?" I ask him tunefully and harmoniously. He places a steady and cautious finger into my mouth to graze and caress my tongue before he pulls and tows it out towards himself. Only after this does he give me a reply.

"My day was stress-filled and very much boring, and I couldn't really wait to get back here at home and be with you again, my dear sweetmost Bitch."

I am Elle Bitch. Yes. Bitch is my surname and last name. Jace himself here standing before me is Jace Dicking. Dicking is his family last name and that's it. Since I am married and wed to him, I have now become Elle Bitch Dicking. But Jace still insists on calling me, "Bitch."

"I was about to go and take a quick shower. Anyway, since you are already here, why don't you let me fix you up a quickie meal for you. It won't tale long really--I promise, Dicking."

He looks at me with pleading and imploring eyes. "No, Bitch. Don't fix anything for me please."

"But why, dear? You are really and heavily tired. Don't deny it please because you have already confessed this to me. Besides, I can easily and clearly tell it."

"It's not that, sweetie. You see, I had a snack at Danny's shortly after leaving work on my way here. I don't feel any need to eat anything at all. The only thing I want ... is to be with you in our bed right now." His eyes are twinkling and shimmering radiantly as he says this out. He looks so gorgeous and brilliant I just want to sleep with him too--right now!

"I get it, Dicking. Just let me bathe myself. For five minutes that is. Following that, I will be back right here to make love and have the most wonderful and beautiful sex with you. Do you understand that, my love?"

He agrees with a sluggish but obvious nod. I go on to kiss him on the cheek with my eyes closed, then, as I am pulling back away from him, he takes hold of my back and then moves and hits his lips right against mine. I am so surprised and astonished I have no time to express my emotions and feelings about this to him. I crush and collide my lips right against his up till the final moment that he releases and let's me go.

Even in the hot and comfortable shower, I can still feel like his lips crushing and hitting direct on mine as the water streams and splashes down mercilessly on my skin. I can still feel that electricity and galvanizing current effected on me by the strike and touch of his soft skin against mine running and whisking helplessly about in my body. He is not here with me in this shower, but I think that I can feel his close presence and even smell his wonderful scent what's more. Oh yeah! I am so obsessed and deranged with him.

When I am back in our room, I notice him lying down on our bed, every inch naked and undressed. The sight of a naked and bare him sends lustful sensations and strong currents running and pooling throughout my blood. It is eerie-sounding, but I swear, I feel a certain kind of liquid drip and trickle out of my already wet vagina at just seeing this. My vagina herself is warming up hot and tastefully drenched too on the contrast hand. I just want to throw myself straight on Jace this very moment and kiss and embrace him and also do everything imaginable with him.

The underwear brand and style that he is putting on? It is so sexy hot and lust-awakening and meaty and beefy in appearance and looks. It exposes a great lot deal of his buttocks behind, the rest of that remaining skin of his being stuck and clung on to the fine fibre of those black undies. I can see the bulge that is on the face of his underwear there. I just want to proceed myself towards him and then press and squeeze myself against him straight there.

I swallow hard. I know that it is extremely hard to not be thinking up all this, but right now, I am so horny and sex-wanting that I cannot even get to control and restrain myself from doing silly, inane things.

"Why don't you come much close to me?" Jace asks me this time in that ever tender and sweetly-sounding voice of his. I look at his bared muscles and chest and quickly drown farther and more farther into the seemingly endless degrees and extents of lust, lechery, and lasciviousness. I want him--so, so intensely bad as a matter of fact.

"You want me to join you there, Dicking?" I ask him coolly and calmly like I don't want anything here too. The truth is I am dying to sleep and have sex with him as well. I really want to surrender myself entirely to him, and then do everything that he bids and asks of me. Yes! I do feel that I cannot hold it any longer. But patience is always patience, whether I like it this way or not.

"Just come here already, will you please, Bitch? I am dying to be with you, and you alone in this entire world of ours."

"I will only come there on one condition." Of course! He wasn't expecting this, and telling just by the look of it, it surely has shocked and confound him up.